The Sky came calling

 










"Don't look up", they said
"Whatever's the point?
It's not like you'll get there,
it's bound to disappoint
you, so let go," they said
and then looked away.
I listened, I did,
and heeded for a day.

But everyday since
I can't tear away my gaze
There's a yearning to rise,
a constant malaise.
My feet they will falter
I'm blind to their course
I see only upward
There is no recourse

And I heard them, I did,
So I'll fail if I must
And I'll get there someday
or crumble to dust
It'll tear me apart, but I must.